they've seen, I'll never be able to comprehend. My Great-Grandfather received a Purple Heart for his injuries in World War II, but he wouldn't talk about it. All we know is that he was trapped in a fox hole for three days while Germans walked around right above him, all the while his best friend lay dead right next to him. I can't even comprehend what that must have been like. I can see why that generation was referred to as "The Greatest Generation". Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Thank a Veteran!
they've seen, I'll never be able to comprehend. My Great-Grandfather received a Purple Heart for his injuries in World War II, but he wouldn't talk about it. All we know is that he was trapped in a fox hole for three days while Germans walked around right above him, all the while his best friend lay dead right next to him. I can't even comprehend what that must have been like. I can see why that generation was referred to as "The Greatest Generation". Sunday, November 9, 2008
Interviews, Football, and Awards, Oh My!!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008
And yet I still go back....
Why is it that once something or someone hurts us, we go back to that thing or person. I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I tend to do that, and seemingly more so now that I'm so far away from my "core" group. Maybe I'm afraid of breaking the links in a chain that keep me connected to my "friends," I don't know, but there are those times when I just want to ask, "Why would you say that to me?" However, shortly after I ask myself "Why did you let her say that to you?" It might be helpful to illustrate this with an example.Recently I was on the phone with my college roommate (CR) of three years. When she calls, we talk for about an hour each time, even though I'm not much of a phone talker. During these convos, she talks mostly about herself, ever so often stopping to ask me "what's new" with me. Then we talk about the endless weddings that are happening - most of which I don't even know the people involved - but regardless we discuss every detail down to guest list.
On this particular day, she told me that a mutual friend of ours was probably going to be getting engaged, well, anytime now. This friend had called CR to ask her an engagement question, seeing as how CR is a newlywed herself. The conversation progress like this:
CR: So she called and wanted to know if a year engagement was too long. I told her that...well let me explain seeing as how you don't know what it's like to be engaged...You really only need a long engagement in order to book the church and reception site...See those fill up quickly.
IG: ................
This may not seem like a big deal to you all...you might be thinking, "Yeah, well she's right, what's wrong with that?" Given that we lived together for three years, she is well aware of my fear of being an "old maid" and never finding "the one". Yeah, she knows; we've met. She, on numerous occasions, saw me cry over having my heart broken and then heard me confess these fears to her. Which is why the statements made and the tone of voice used - the condescending, let me explain like your 5 years old voice - made this exchange hurt even more.
The CR and I had a rough patch in college; we fought quite a bit and yelled numerous times, but things had gotten better now that we weren't living together. However, I'm beginning to believe she makes these comments and talks about all these weddings in order to twist the knife in my back deeper. According to her, when you get married, you're "grown up" and finally "an adult". So what am I, huh? I think it's part jealously, part enjoyment because she knows it stings, but really, why? Why do girls have to hurt their "friends" in order to feel good about themselves?
The ironic part of this story is that within our group of friends, she is the saintly one and I'm the one everyone thinks of as the conniving witch? Funny huh? If they only knew...
Is it Friday yet?
2.) Link me for giving it to you

I pass this award along to:
Classy at Dancing Backwards in High Heels
Roxie at Baby, When the Sun Goes Down
Sarah at Classy and Fabulous
Meika at Meika Musings
Amy at Chapters
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Number 1!

I am an Alabama Crimson Tide girl! I didn't go there, my parents didn't go there, but the crimson tide tradition has been running through my family for years. In fact, I came home from the hospital in Alabama attire. I grew up in a state that was huge rivals to us - to this day I will NOT wear a certain color for that reason. My allegiance to this team has been one of my defining characteristics. So much so that I was the token 'Bama fan in my group of friends and kind of still am. It's a title I wear with pride!
For those of you who don't follow football or this team very closely, you wouldn't know that we have been through some SERIOUS issues to say the least over the past decade. After having the best coach in college football history, while there were one or two along the way after him that were wonderful, the majority just couldn't get it together, and that coupled with sanctions, leads to several years of mediocrity. However, this week for the first time since November of 1980 we're ranked number 1 in the regular season polls! I wasn't even born the last time that happened!!!!!
Even though it may not last (keep your fingers crossed it does) I'm so glad I stuck with my team through the "dark years" as my family calls them, it makes it so much sweeter now!
Roll Tide!!!!
Monday, November 3, 2008
You Wanna Piece of Me!?
aring and "dress" it up a little bit - heels, some "bling" - nothing over the top, but just a step up from the usual. I mean, I was feeling empowered, I might as well dress the part, right? Needless to say the clothes change also helped and the combination of all these things has given me a certain "swagger". By the time I left the apartment, I was ready for whatever life could throw at me. Bring it on world! I wouldn't say I was looking for a fight, but I was a-okay if one found me!I'm not sure where this "over it" feeling came from...I have a couple of ideas though. One being the time change has put me some kind of depression. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love the extra hour of sleep and the fact that the sun wakes me up in the morning instead of the street lamp, but it gets dark at 5 o'clock and by 8 I feel I should be in bed. Not good for the studying that needs to be happening. This happens to me every year, and this year I'm determined to not let it get me.
The other would take far to long to explain, but it'll suffice to say that I'm over the men (or lack there of) in my life being morons. You know that moment when something you suspected was going to happen actually happens and all the puzzle pieces fit together, well this weekend brought that for me....again...in regards to the same person. Why I care? I don't know! I'm moving on - for real this time - I don't deserve this and I'm not going to take it anymore! Again, Bring it on!
As a normally reserved person who hates confrontation, I'm pretty fond of this new feistyness and hopes it sticks around for awhile!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Island Girl's PSA


